Ful longe weere hise legges and ful leene Ylik a staf ther was no calf yseene Wel koude he keepe a Gerner and a Bynne Ther was noon Auditour koude on hym wynne Wel wiste he by the droghte and by the reyn The yeldynge of his seed and of his greyn His lordes sheep his neet his dayerye His swyn his hors his stoor and his pultrye Was hoolly in this Reues gouernynge And by his couenant yaf the rekenynge Syn that his loord was twenty yeer of age Ther koude no man brynge hym in arrerage Ther nas Baillyf hierde nor oother hyne That he ne knew his sleyghte and his couyne They weere adrad of hym as of the deeth His wonyng was ful faire vpon an heeth With greene trees shadwed was his place He koude bettre than his lord purchace Ful riche he was astoored pryuely His lord wel koude he plesen subtilly To yeue and leene hym of his owene good And haue a thank and yet a coote and hood In youthe he lerned hadde a good Mister He was a wel good wrighte a Carpenter This Reue sat vpon a wel good Stot That was a Pomely gray and highte Scot A long Surcote of Pers vpon he haade And by his syde he baar a rusty blaade Of Northfolk was this Reue of which I telle Bisyde a town men clepyn Baldeswelle